Post by redemption on Oct 2, 2009 21:39:01 GMT -8
Name: Eric Isaac Wyatt
Nickname: White
Age: 18
Birthday: June 15th
Place of Birth: Duluth, Minnesota
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German and Irish
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 193 lbs
Blood Type: AB-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion: Agnostic, Ex-Lutheran
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Hair Color: Chocolate Brown
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Exercising, training, fighting, parkour and observing others.
Talents: Lockpicking, pickpocketing, carjacking, fighting and out thinking cops.
Favorite things: Storms, night walks, drinking and people he can trust.
Sports/Clubs: None at the moment.
Mental Information
Personality: Eric is the far from the quiet type, but even so he gives off the outward impression that he likes to be alone for the most part. If people can get past his attempts to keep them away he will open up more, but he is usually always at least a little distant with even his closest friends. People find it hard to trust him because of what he does with his spare time, and the fact that he doesn't seem to care about anyone around to him, but if someone close to him is in trouble he will fight to protect them. Even though he is what most would call antihero, he will always make up an excuse for doing something to help someone, even if it was simply to protect someone.
Mentality: Sane, but does many things that society deems immoral.
Ideal: When he can finally find someone that accepts him entirely.
Belief: "Death is the natural end to what everyone calls life, but when it comes from someone other than the Reaper himself the guilty must be punished."
Physical Information
Build: Eric's build is a mixture between a MMA fighting and a swimmer.
Defining Marks: Eric has a tattoo of the Grim Reaper nailed to the cross in the same way as Jesus Christ on the center of his back. It runs from a little below where his neck is to right above his tail bone.
Head Description: Eric has short hair that usually leaves in a messy fashion. He also always has a constant stubble, usually a little bit longer than a five o'clock shadow. His face is neither masculine or youthful, but something in between. His nose is slightly bulbous, but it fits with the rest of his face. His eye brows a fairly thick, but not to the point that they stand out. Overall, he is a scruffy yet attractive young man.
Body Description: Eric has an overall well built body that comes from a combination of exercise and good genetics. His torso is sculpted to his liking, having firm pectoral muscles and a near perfect six-pack. His neck and back are also firm and defined, but just enough to fit the rest of his body. His shoulders are nicely rounded, leading down to medium muscled arms that make for an almost even amount of speed and power. His legs are powerful and definitely well built, helping him with his running and parkour. All of his training goes into maintaining peak physical conditioning in case he needs to get away from the police or anyone else.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: He'll wear a beanie if the weather calls for it, otherwise nothing.
Shirts: If he's wearing nothing else, he tends to wear a white tank top, but if its cool enough he'll wear his gray jacket and scarf. He has a black trench coat and blue scarf for when its really cold at night. He also has a black hoodie for when he is doing things that many people would consider illegal. He doesn't have any dress clothes, so if the need arises he'll probably 'borrow' something.
Pants: He can almost always be seen wearing a pair of blue jeans, ranging from new looking to tattered and torn. If he is doing some type of mechanical or illegal work he will sometimes put on a pair of black cargo pants instead.
Shoes: He has a pair of black shoes with the letters DVS in white lettering.
Misc: He wears a necklace with a bullet fragment dangling on its chain.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Street Fighting
Years Practiced: 12
Description of Style: Even though Eric hasn't had any type of official martial arts training, most of his opponents have thought otherwise after fighting him. He is a very accomplished fighter, and his disciplined version of street fighting is a great example of this. Through his years of fighting many different people and fighting styles he has put together what he believes to be a solid combination of the best styles he has been up against. He uses every type of attack that someone could think of to try to take down his opponent, and he also will resort to dirty tactics if this opportunity presents itself to him. Even though he is an accomplished fighter, he knows when he is beaten and rarely takes a fight any further if he can help it.
History Information
History: Eric Isaac Wyatt was born to a wealthy family in the harbor city of Duluth, Minnesota. Being the first born child came with a lot of responsibilities that Eric was expected to take on, but his parents would find that he would be somewhat of a rebel from a very young age. And so his little brother Nathan, who was a little under two years younger than Eric, was given the responsibility of being the family's golden boy. Eric wouldn't have had it any other way, as he started hanging out with the wrong crowd right as he started school. Him and his friends would steal from the local gas stations, break windows and slash tires for the majority of the elementary and middle school years, but that wasn't enough for Eric to be satisfied.
He also got into fights with kids much older than him, losing at first but soon coming into his own and taking down nearly all who opposed him. His friend were more of the flee than fight type, and so it was his job to take out anyone that threatened them in any way. By the time junior high started, Eric had the reputation around the city of being a troubled youth, but once he reached eighth grade he began taking up some more illegal hobbies. He started to break into peoples' house, gaining an uncanny skill at lockpicking in the process, and it didn't stop there. He also enjoyed carjacking and taking random people's cars out for nightly joyrides. Even though he was doing all of these things, he never actually got caught by the police, and so there was nothing that they could do about it.
While Eric was off causing a ruckus around the city, his little brother Nathan was secretly following in his footsteps. He had joined a gang that's members were some of Eric's past friends that simply went down a more violent and questionable path than Eric. Nathan had gotten himself into something that was way over his head in trying to be like his brother, and as ninth grade was coming to an end for Eric it was becoming more clear to him that his brother was not himself. He would come home later than Eric, slamming the door in a hurry and having a frantic look on his face. When Eric asked what was wrong he was told to stay out of his brother's business, but those words would eventually be the demise of Nathan Wyatt.
As the junior high school held a little graduation party for the ninth graders of that year, multiple police cars went flying past the school and over to the baseball field that was a couple of blocks away. Being the curious teens that they were, all of the ninth graders went running after the sirens until they reached the field. A bunch of girls started screaming as Eric made his way through the crowd. His fellow students, even the ones that disliked him for what he had done in the past, looked at him with empathetic gazes as he finally made his way out of the crowd. As his eyes caught the scene that the cops had been called in for his heart dropped. There was his little brother, laying in a puddle of his own blood with multiple stab wounds to his lower back.
Eric could hardly believe what was in front of his eyes. His brother had always been the golden boy of the family, and nearly everyone in the school had good things to say about him and his character, so why was it him laying in a puddle of his own blood and not Eric. It didn't make sense to him until he heard a couple of his classmates saying that they heard that Nathan had been running with a violent gang lately. Eric knew of only one gang that fit the profile, and so he walked toward his brother's dead body and identified it for the cops. With this all done, he drove with his brother's body to the hospital, calling his parents and giving them the bad news. All that they could ask was why couldn't it have happened to Eric instead of his brother, and he was still wondering that himself.
The funeral took place on a stormy evening, which wasn't the ideal condition for most families but the Wyatt's weren't ones to worry about nature getting in the way of their plans. Friends and family sat underneath a large gazebo, crying as the priest said a prayer for Nathan and some people said some kind words about him. Eric stood with his back against a nearby tree, away from the rest of the people at the service, letting the rain fall on his sorry excuse for funeral attire. He wasn't one for formal wear, and so his parents didn't want him by them. This was fine, as he wasn't one to be a part of a large group of crying people. Besides, because he was in the rain he couldn't tell if the water on his face was just the rain or tears.
As the service ended, everyone went their separate ways, and his parents looked over at him with scornful eyes. He didn't see why they could reasonably be mad at him for what happened to Nathan, but it really didn't matter. He was always going to be the guy that everyone around him either feared or despised, and so he had plans to leave Duluth and start a new life somewhere else, but there was something that he had to do before he even thought of packing his things. He was going to take care of the people that killed his brother with his own hands because he knew that what the cops would do when they found them wouldn't do his brother's death justice. He was going to make them pay, and pay hard.
He made his way to where he knew that they hung out since he once was friends with the majority of the members. As he entered the door of the abandoned warehouse that the gang called home, the five members of the small but violent gang looked at him with surprised looks on their faces. These looks soon faded to fear as Eric pulled a 10mm Pistol out of the backside of his jeans and filled four of the five guys with hot lead. The fifth member he had shot in the leg so he could give him a message before his lift was ended. He told him that if you're going to kill someone you should do it head-on, not from the back like a coward. And with that he poured gasoline around the entire warehouse and lit the place up like a Christmas tree, the screams of the living gang members echoing in his ears as he walked away from the scene.
With his brother's death avenged, Eric had nothing left for him in Duluth and so he stole a nearby car and made his way out of the city that only had memories of the terrible person that he once was. He wasn't going to completely change who he was, but he was going to try he best to make up for his past mistakes. At least this is the idea that he left his hometown with. As he journeyed around the country for the next year he realized that he had to continue to steal and do other immoral things just to stay alive. After a year of traveling he finally reached Long Beach California, and hearing that there was a local school that had some decent fighters he decided to attend school again and get back into the swing of things. Will he truly start a new life, or will he fall back into his old ways of living? Only Fate knows the answer.
Organization Information
Current Gang: None
Position in Gang: N/A
Past Gangs and Rank: None
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: None, but he sleeps in an old bus in a local scrap yard.
Roommates: N/A
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Stats
Str: 15
Dex: 20
Con: 15
Int: 20
Wis: 15
Cha: 5
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| Hat/Bandanna | None |
| Earrings | None |
| Glasses | None |
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| Shirt | None |
| Jacket/Coat | None |
| Necklace | None |
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| Arms | |
| Arm | None |
| Wrist | None |
| Gloves | None |
| Ring | None |
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| Pants | None |
| Shin | None |
| Shoes | None |
| Belt | None |
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| 1 | None |
| 2 | None |
Bio Approval Code Phrase: "No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
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